The early winter chill isn't enough to warrant a thick coat; a light jacket or a delicate scarf is sufficient for these first days of winter.
The faint golden sunlight that lingered on the branches and leaves yesterday now leisurely drifts along with a few golden autumn leaves gently floating on the streets. The first cool breezes of the season make the early morning street corners seem quieter, and the pace of life less hurried. Pedestrians seem to want to slow down to feel the slight chill of the early winter day.
Every time winter arrives, memories of past seasons flood back to me, bringing with them so much affection and nostalgia. (Illustrative image/Dantri.com.vn)
At the street corner, footsteps and sounds become clearer in the cool, transitional air. People sit at roadside cafes to enjoy a hot cup of coffee, watch the street life, and savor the peaceful atmosphere of a new season.
Every time winter arrives, memories of past seasons flood back to me, filled with so much affection and nostalgia. I remember my mother's frail figure, busily tending the fire on the first days of winter, ensuring her husband and children had enough to eat amidst hardship and scarcity. I remember my father's hurried departure for work each early winter morning to provide for the family's basic needs.
The early winter breeze carries me back to my childhood days. Whenever the first cold wind of the season seeped through the window, I would curl up, trying to sleep in a little longer, but I couldn't resist the rich aroma of the fried rice with pork cracklings that my mother prepared early in the morning for my sisters and me to eat before school. As a child, I often wondered how my mother could cook so many delicious dishes with just a few dried fish or peanuts? Why did my father have to rush out so early in the cold weather? Later, I understood that it wasn't that my parents didn't want to rest, but that their children were their motivation, their source of life, helping them overcome circumstances for a brighter future for their children.
The first days of winter make people want to slow down, to slow down to feel the cool breeze, to slow down to inhale the aroma of the first morning treats of the season, to slow down to feel the usually busy pace of life suddenly become leisurely and gentle.
The first cold winds of the season bring back cherished memories of bygone seasons, carrying with them the images of mothers and fathers, enduring hardships and toil to weave hopes for a bright future for each of their children, and the longing for the first days of winter continues to grow ever longer...